Tuesday, October 31, 2023
It's more than an academic game
Art thou weary?
1 Art thou weary, art thou languid,
art thou sore distrest?
'Come to me,' saith One, 'and coming,
be at rest!"
2 Hath he marks to lead me to him,
if he be my guide?
In his feet and hands are wound-prints,
and his side.
3 Hath he diadem as monarch
that his brow adorns?
Yea, a crown, in very surety,
but of thorns.
4 If I find him, if I follow,
what his guerdon here?
Many a sorrow, many a labour,
many a tear.
5 If I still hold closely to him,
what has he at last?
Sorrow vanquished, labour ended,
Jordan past.
6 If I ask him to receive me,
will he say me nay?
Not till earth, and not till heaven
pass away.
7 Finding, following, keeping, struggling,
is he sure to bless?
Angels, martyrs, prophets, virgins,
answer, yes!
From the Greek, 8th century
Tr. by John M. Neale
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
<idle musing>
According to hymnary.org, the author was St. Stephan of Mar Sabas, for whom they have no information. Makes sense that the tune would be named Stephanos, then.
I did a quick internet search and came up with this, which has this little tidbit:
Stephen placed a note on the door of his cell: “Forgive me, Fathers, in the name of the Lord, but please do not disturb me except on Saturdays and Sundays.”I know some people who would like to put that note on their office door!
The Wiki has more information on him. He sounds like an interesting character.
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Monday, October 30, 2023
Athanasius takes aim
Come, said Jesus' sacred voice
1 Come, said Jesus' sacred voice,
Come, and make My paths your choice;
I will guide you to your home;
Weary pilgrim, hither come.
2 Thou who, homeless, sole, forlorn,
Long hast borne the proud world’s scorn,
Long hast roamed the barren waste,
Weary pilgrim, hither haste.
3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain;
Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn;
4 Hither come, for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound,
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.
Anna L. Barbauld
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
Sunday, October 29, 2023
Sinners, turn: Why will ye die?
1 Sinners, turn: why will ye die?
God, your Maker, asks you Why;
God, who did your being give,
Made you with Himself to live.
2 Sinners, turn: why will ye die?
God, your Savior, asks you why;
Will ye not in Him believe?
He has died that ye might live.
3 Sinners, turn: why will ye die?
God, the Spirit, asks you why;
Often with you has He strove,
Wooed you to embrace His love.
Charles Wesley
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
<idle musing>
Hymnary.org adds two verses, one after verse 2 and the other after verse 3:
3 Will you let Him die in vain?Without those two verses, the hymn forms a nice commentary on the Trinity, one verse for each member. I suspect that's why the Methodist hymnal chose to excise the other two verses.
Crucify your Lord again?
Why, ye ransomed sinners, why
Will you slight His grace and die?5 Will ye not His grace receive?
Will ye still refuse to live?
O ye dying sinners, why,
Why will you forever die?
</idle musing>
Saturday, October 28, 2023
Of Him who did salvation bring
1. Of Him who did salvation bring,
I could forever think and sing:
Arise, ye needy, He’ll relieve;
Arise, ye guilty, He’ll forgive.
2. Ask but His grace, and lo, ’tis given!
Ask, and He turns your hell to heaven;
Though sin and sorrow wound my soul,
Jesus, Thy balm will make it whole.
3. To shame our sins He blushed in blood;
He closed His eyes to show us God:
Let all the world fall down and know
That none but God such love can show.
4. Insatiate to this spring I fly;
I drink, and yet am ever dry;
Ah! who against Thy charm is proof!
Ah! who that loves, can love enough?
Bernard of Clairvaux
Tr. by Anthony W. Boehm
Alt. by John C. Jacobi
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
<idle musing>
As is usual with these older, translated hymns, hymnary.org has a wide variety of variations and verses. I'll let you click through and explore them. It's easy to get sidetracked for a half-hour or so doing it : )
In my church history class at seminary, we had a freshly minted PhD for the prof. He firmly believed in exposing students to the primary sources, ad fontes as the saying goes. The textbook was very prosaic, but his lectures were interesting and he required us to read a lot of primary sources. Consequently, we read a goodly number of Bernard's sermons. It's a pity that he is mostly remembered for preaching about the first crusade. He really deserves to be remembered for more than that.
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Friday, October 27, 2023
A sad confession
<idle musing>
Indeed! And there have been many attempts in recent years to recover those traditions. May they prosper! I personally have benefited immensely over the years from the contributions of the women that history didn't forget (leaving aside the benefits from the more recent periods). The medieval mystics, male and female, have always been a source of inspiration to me. And more recently, I have discovered the early female martyrs and what little of their story survives.
</idle musing>
Come, ye sinners, poor and needy
1 Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love, and power;
He is able, He is able,
He is willing; doubt no more.
2 Come, ye needy, come, and welcome,
God's free bounty glorify;
True belief, and true repentance,
Every grace that brings us nigh,
Without money, without money,
Come to Jesus Christ and buy.
3 Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth,
Is to feel your need of Him:
This He gives you; this He gives you;
'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.
4 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all;
Not the righteous, not the righteous
Sinners Jesus came to call.
Joseph Hart
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
<idle musing>
Hymnary.org has a wide variety of variations on this hymn. Some add a couple more verses:
5 Lo! the incarnate God, ascended,</idle musing>
Pleads the merit of His blood;
Venture on Him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude;
None but Jesus, none but Jesus,
Can do helpless sinners good.6 Saints and Angels join'd in concert,
Sing the Praises of the Lamb;
While the blissful Seats of Heaven,
Sweetly Echo with his Name,
Hallelujah
Sinners here may do the same.
Thursday, October 26, 2023
Expanding your horizons
Come, sinners, to the gospel feast
1 COME, sinners, to the gospel feast,
Let every soul be Jesus’ guest;
Ye need not one be left behind,
For God hath bidden all mankind.
2 Sent by my Lord, on you I call;
The invitation is to all:
Come, all the world; come, sinner, thou!
All things in Christ are ready now.
3 Come, all ye souls by sin oppressed,
Ye restless wanderers after rest,
Ye poor, and maimed, and halt, and blind,
In Christ a hearty welcome find.
4 His love is mighty to compel;
His conquering love consent to feel,
Yield to His love’s resistless power,
And fight against your God no more.
5 This is the time; no more delay!
This is the Lord’s accepted day;
Come in, this moment, at His call,
And live for Him who died for all.
Charles Wesley
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
Wednesday, October 25, 2023
Which tradition?
<idle musing>
While that is true, beware of going to the opposite extreme and unthinkingly embracing the traditions of the fathers. And, while we're at it, beware of unthinkingly embracing the faith tradition you are a part of, too, whether it be Reformed, Lutheran, Baptist, anabaptist, Brethren, Wesleyan, what have you. They all are now traditions! For that matter, the Enlightenment is a tradition, too. Think about that for a minute.
</idle musing>
God calling!
1 God calling yet! shall I not hear?
Earth’s pleasures shall I still hold dear?
Shall life’s swift passing years all fly,
And still my soul in slumber lie?
2 God calling yet! Shall I not rise?
Can I His loving voice despise,
And basely His kind care repay?
He calls me still; can I delay?
3 God calling yet! And shall I give
No heed, but still in bondage live?
I wait, but He does not forsake;
He calls me still; my heart, awake!
4 God calling yet! I cannot stay;
My heart I yield without delay;
Vain world, farewell! From thee I part;
The voice of God hath reached my heart.
Gerhard Tersteegen
Tr. by Jane Borthwick
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
<idle musing>
Be sure to read the biography of Tersteegen. Sounds like a good person to know about. Here's an excerpt from the biography at the link above:
Tersteegen has more definiteness of teaching, a firmer grasp of the Christian verities, and a greater clearness in exposition. Inner union of the soul with God and Christ, the childlike simplicity and trust which this brings, renunciation of the world and of self, and daily endeavour to live as in the presence of God and in preparation for the vision of God, are the keynotes of his hymns. To his intense power of realising the unseen, his clear and simple diction, and the evident sincerity with which he sets forth his own Christian experience, his hymns owe much of their attractiveness and influence.</idle musing>
Tuesday, October 24, 2023
Presuppositions
The danger of the postmodern corrective lies in its tendency to collapse ontology, epistemology and ethics into interpretation itself.—Christopher Hall, Reading Scripture with the Church Fathers, 29
Tozer for Tuesday
We carry our burden while God carries us as well as our burden. Why not be sensible and roll the burden off on God?—A.W. Tozer, Living as a Christian, 209
Only trust him
1 Come, every soul by sin oppressed,
There's mercy with the Lord;
And He will surely give you rest,
By trusting in His word.
Refrain:
Only trust Him, only trust Him,
Only trust Him now;
He will save you, He will save you,
He will save you now.
2 For Jesus shed His precious blood
Rich blessings to bestow;
Plunge now into the crimson flood
That washes white as snow.
[Refrain]
3 Yes, Jesus is the truth, the way,
That leads you into rest;
Believe in Him without delay,
And you are fully blest.
[Refrain]
4 Come then and join this holy band,
And on to glory go,
To dwell in that celestial land,
Where joys immortal flow.
[Refrain]
John H. Stockton
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
Monday, October 23, 2023
Sola scriptura?
<idle musing>
Indeed! And ignoring all those resources, as we have done in the US, has landed us in our current theology-free christian nationalist wasteland. Not that the blame is entirely there, but it definitely contributed!
</idle musing>
Spirit of faith, come down
1 SPIRIT of faith, come down,
Reveal the things of God;
And make to us the Godhead known,
And witness with the blood.
’Tis thine the blood to apply,
And give us eyes to see
Who did for every sinner die
Hath surely died for me.
2 No man can truly say
That Jesus is the Lord.
Unless Thou take the veil away.
And breathe the living word.
Then, only then, we feel,
Our interest in His blood,
And cry, with joy unspeakable:
Thou art my Lord, my God.
3 O that the world might know
The all-atoning Lamb!
Spirit of faith, descend, and show
The virtue of His name.
The grace which all may find
The saving power impart;
And testify to all mankind,
And speak in every heart.
Charles Wesley
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
<idle musing>
Hymnary.org adds another verse:
Inspire the living faith,
Which whosoe’er receives,
The witness in himself he hath,
And consciously believes.
The faith that conquers all,
And doth the mountain move,
And saves whoe’er on Jesus call,
And perfects them in love.
Sunday, October 22, 2023
Artemis? Or Jesus? Which is it?
Although the point is not explicitly polemical, the readers of 1–2 Timothy are being told by the author that the true “manifestation” of a god in this world is Jesus Christ, not Artemis. So the language does have a polemical edge to it, for those with ears to hear. But in addition, the language used in the city of Artemis is here being applied to Jesus. This is a contextualization of the message—the adoption of the epiphany schema and its associated language as a vehicle for the expression of the author’s christology.—Paul Trebilco, “Not Engaging the City: Reading 1 and 2 Timothy and the Johannine Letters in the City of Ephesus,” in The Urban World and the First Christians, 169
O Spirit of the living God
1 O Spirit of the living God,
thou light and fire divine,
descend upon thy church once more,
and make it truly thine.
Fill it with love and joy and power,
with righteousness and peace;
till Christ shall dwell in human hearts,
and sin and sorrow cease.
2 Blow, wind of God! With wisdom blow
until our minds are free
from mists of error, clouds of doubt,
which blind our eyes to thee.
Burn, winged fire! Inspire our lips
with flaming love and zeal,
to preach to all thy great good news,
God's glorious commonweal.
3 Teach us to utter living words
of truth which all may hear,
the language all may understand
when love speaks loud and clear;
till every age and race and clime
shall blend their creeds in one,
and earth shall form one family
by whom thy will is done.
4 So shall we know the power of Christ
who came this world to save;
so shall we rise with him to life
which soars beyond the grave;
and earth shall win true holiness,
which makes thy children whole;
till, perfected by thee, we reach
creation's glorious goal!
Henry H. Tweedy
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
Saturday, October 21, 2023
Artemis and Ephesus
Take my life and let it be…
1. Take my life, and let it be
consecrated, Lord, to thee.
Take my moments and my days;
let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Take my hands, and let them move
at the impulse of thy love.
Take my feet, and let them be
swift and beautiful for thee.
2. Take my voice, and let me sing
always, only, for my King.
Take my lips, and let them be
filled with messages from thee.
Take my silver and my gold;
not a mite would I withhold.
Take my intellect, and use
every power as thou shalt choose.
3. Take my will, and make it thine;
it shall be no longer mine.
Take my heart, it is thine own;
it shall be thy royal throne.
Take my love, my Lord, I pour
at thy feet its treasure-store.
Take myself, and I will be
ever, only, all for thee.
Frances Havergal
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
<idle musing>
I know that many hymnals break this down into six verses, with the final line of each verse being repeated. Even though I grew up with this hymnal, the version I remember best is the one with six verses. That's the version that Debbie and I sing and have memorized.
No matter which version you sing, it's a great hymn of consecration.
</idle musing>
Breath on me, breath of God
1 Breathe on me, Breath of God,
Fill me with life anew,
That I may love what Thou dost love
And do what Thou wouldst do.
2 Breathe on me, Breath of God,
Until my heart is pure,
Until with Thee I will one will,
To do and to endure.
3 Breathe on me, Breath of God,
Till I am wholly Thine,
Till all this earthly part of me
Glows with Thy fire divine.
4 Breathe on me, Breath of God,
So shall I never die,
But live with Thee the perfect life
Of Thine eternity.
Edwin Hatch
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
Friday, October 20, 2023
In a nutshell
<idle musing>
And that's the argument of the entire book. I tend to agree with them, but the mechanics of it are still difficult. Perhaps this, one of the final paragraphs in the book, sums up everything:
Understanding the Bible as what it is and according to what it actually says does not solve all our problems. It does not help us work out a philosophy of ethics, or of war, or to somehow vindicate God and his undertakings described in the Bible. Being faithful interpreters requires careful reading. Questions remain about how we should think about war today, but we cannot force those answers from the text. (258)Indeed! So basically, I come away from this book with a better understanding of what ḥerem means, even though I don't agree with them totally, but I don't come any closer to understanding how to reconcile it with my ethics.
So, that's the end of this foray into ḥerem! I hope you learned something and are less frustrated by the book than I am! Monday we'll start a different book, one that's been on my shelf for quite a while: Christopher Hall, Reading Scripture with the Church Fathers. I'm looking forward to it!
</idle musing>
Spirit of God, who dwells within my heart
1 Spirit of God, who dwells within my heart,
wean it from sin, through all its pulses move.
Stoop to my weakness, mighty as you are,
and make me love you as I ought to love.
2 I ask no dream, no prophet ecstasies,
no sudden rending of the veil of clay,
no angel visitant, no opening skies;
but take the dimness of my soul away.
3 Did you not bid us love you, God and King,
love you with all our heart and strength and mind?
I see the cross there teach my heart to cling.
O let me seek you and O let me find!
4 Teach me to feel that you are always nigh;
teach me the struggles of the soul to bear,
to check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh;
teach me the patience of unceasing prayer.
5 Teach me to love you as your angels love,
one holy passion filling all my frame:
the fullness of the heaven-descended Dove;
my heart an altar, and your love the flame.
George Croly
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
Thursday, October 19, 2023
What if?
What was it Eisenhower said? Something about every dollar spent on a weapon was a dollar stolen from education or some humanitarian cause. He should know. He saw the results first hand in Europe.
A peace ethic
A consistent hermeneutic
<idle musing>
I agree 100 percent. It's an admirable goal and one to which we should all aspire. But after reading this book twice now, and looking at the reviews and interacting with the few comments left here, I have to think that there are some hermeneutical gymnastics going on.
As much as I wish I could find a logical, agreeable solution to ḥerem, I'm still left without one. And that's probably ok. Somethings just aren't understandable this side of paradise—I just wish I could choose which ones!
</idle musing>
Spirit of Life, in this new dawn
1. Spirit of Life, in this new dawn,
Give us the faith that follows on,
Letting thine all-pervading power
Fulfill the dream of this high hour.
2. Spirit Creative, give us light,
Lifting the raveled mists of night.
Touch thou our dust with spirit hand
And make us souls that understand.
3. Spirit Redeeming, give us grace,
When crucified to seek thy face,
To read forgiveness in thine eyes–
Today with Thee in Paradise.
4. Spirit Consoling, let us find
Thy hand when sorrows leave us blind.
In the gray valley let us hear
Thy silent Voice: “Lo, I am near.”
5. Spirit of Love, at evening time,
When weary feet refuse to climb,
Give us thy vision, eyes that see
Beyond the dark, the dawn, and thee.
Earl Marlatt
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
Wednesday, October 18, 2023
Oh, those infidels! Or, you're looking in the wrong direction…
<idle musing>
Amen and amen! Now here is an idea I can get behind! The "culture wars" have done more to hurt the Christian witness and destroy true discipleship than anything else—except maybe the crass materialism of the church—in the last 50 years or so. And the current spate of "christian" nationalism is anathema to the biblical witness. The Hebrew prophets would be all over the current christian culture in the US. Their cries for justice still ring out unheeded over 2500 years later.
</idle musing>
Come Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire
1 Come Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire,
let us thine influence prove;
source of the old prophetic fire,
fountain of life and love.
2 Come, Holy Ghost, for, moved by thee,
thy prophets wrote and spoke:
unlock the truth, thyself the key,
unseal the sacred book.
3 Expand thy wings, celestial Dove,
brood o'er our nature's night;
on our disordered spirits move,
and let there now be light.
4 God, through himself, we then shall know,
if thou within us shine;
and sound, with all thy saints below,
the depths of love divine.
Charles Wesley
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
Tuesday, October 17, 2023
Ḥerem in the New Testament?
<idle musing>
Interesting thought, but unconvincing to me.
</idle musing>
Tozer for Tuesday
<idle musing>
He wrote/spoke those words over 60 years ago. I wonder what he would say today? We've made that time look tame in our chasing after the wind...
</idle musing>
Holy Spirit, truth divine
1. Holy Spirit, Truth divine,
dawn upon this soul of mine;
Word of God and inward light,
wake my spirit, clear my sight.
2. Holy Spirit, Love divine,
glow within this heart of mine;
kindle every high desire;
perish self in thy pure fire.
3. Holy Spirit, Power divine,
fill and nerve this will of mine;
grant that I may strongly live,
bravely bear, and nobly strive.
4. Holy Spirit, Right divine,
King within my conscience reign;
be my Lord, and I shall be
firmly bound, forever free.
Samuel Longfellow
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
<idle musing>
Interesting tidbit about the author: He is the brother of Longfellow the poet! And he was a Unitarian, but you would never know that from the words to this hymn.
Hymnary.org lists more verses:
4 Holy Spirit, Law divine,</idle musing>
reign within this soul of mine.
Be my law and I shall be
firmly bound, forever free.5 Holy Spirit, Peace divine,
still this restless heart of mine.
Speak to calm this tossing sea,
grant me your tranquility.6 Holy Spirit, Joy divine,
gladden now this heart of mine.
In the desert ways I sing,
spring, O living Water, spring!
Monday, October 16, 2023
Stability?
<idle musing>
I can see this, and it makes sense to an extent, but I still don't see how the ḥereming of the Canaanite communities isn't genocide—even though they aren't necessarily killed, their culture is destroyed. And with Walton making such strong claims that the Canaanites aren't being judged, that seems contradictory.
Of course, there is always the possibility that I'm wrong. That maybe culture isn't supposed to be preserved. But, as a person whose life has been oriented toward studying the past, I find that thought hard to stomach.
</idle musing>
Come, Holy Spirit
1 Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With all Thy quick'ning pow'rs;
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
2 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.
3 And shall we then forever live
At this poor dying rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to Thee,
And Thine to us so great!
4 Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With all Thy quick'ning pow'rs;
Come, shed abroad the Savior’s love
And that shall kindle ours.
Isaac Watts
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
Sunday, October 15, 2023
Rejoice, the Lord is king
1 Rejoice, the Lord is King:
Your Lord and King adore!
Rejoice, give thanks and sing,
And triumph evermore.
Lift up your heart,
Lift up your voice!
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!
2 Jesus, the Savior, reigns,
The God of truth and love;
When He has purged our stains,
He took his seat above;
Lift up your heart,
Lift up your voice!
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!
3 His kingdom cannot fail,
He rules o'er earth and heav'n;
The keys of death and hell
Are to our Jesus giv'n:
Lift up your heart,
Lift up your voice!
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!
Charles Wesley
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
<idle musing>
A great hymn by a great hymnwriter! The version I prefer has a fourth verse:
4 Rejoice in glorious hope!</idle musing>
Our Lord and judge shall come
And take His servants up
To their eternal home:
Lift up your heart,
Lift up your voice!
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!
Saturday, October 14, 2023
When will we ever learn?
International saviors save little and sin lots.<idle musing>
Indeed! When will we ever learn?
I've got to get this book! The table of contents looks great, as do the few pages I can see in the Google preview
</idle musing>
Crown him with many crowns
1. Crown Him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon His throne;
Hark! How the heav’nly anthem drowns
All music but its own!
Awake, my soul and sing
Of Him Who died for thee,
And hail Him as thy matchless King
Through all eternity.
2. Crown Him the Lord of life!
Who triumphed o’er the grave,
Who rose victorious in the strife
For those He came to save.
His glories now we sing,
Who died, and rose on high,
Who died eternal life to bring,
And lives that death may die.
3. Crown Him the Lord of peace,
whose power a scepter sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
and all be prayer and praise.
His reign shall know no end,
and round His piercèd feet
Fair flowers of paradise extend
their fragrance ever sweet.
4. Crown Him the Lord of love!
Behold His hands and side—
Those wounds, yet visible above,
In beauty glorified.
No angel in the sky
Can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends His wond’ring eye
At mysteries so bright.
Matthew Bridges
and Godfrey Thring
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
<idle musing>
This hymn has many variations and verses. The version that Debbie and I like best adds these verses:
Crown Him the Lord of Heav’n,And Cyberhymnal adds two I had never seen before:
enthroned in worlds above,
Crown Him the king to whom is giv’n
the wondrous name of Love.
Crown Him with many crowns,
as thrones before Him fall;
Crown Him, ye kings, with many crowns,
for He is king of all.Crown Him the Lord of lords,
who over all doth reign,
Who once on earth, the incarnate Word,
for ransomed sinners slain,
Now lives in realms of light,
where saints with angels sing
Their songs before Him day and night,
their God, Redeemer, King.Crown Him the Lord of years,
the potentate of time,
Creator of the rolling spheres,
ineffably sublime.
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
For Thou has died for me;
Thy praise and glory shall not fail
throughout eternity.
Crown Him the virgin’s son,And the variation on the what the angels in the sky do and why varies all over the place. Another question: Who wrote which verses? It's not clear, but according to hymnary.org, the hymn occurs in 713 hymnals attributed at least partially to Bridges, but only 143 attribute it to Thring. Not worth pursuing further, but it is curious.
the God incarnate born,
Whose arm those crimson trophies won
which now His brow adorn;
Fruit of the mystic rose,
as of that rose the stem;
The root whence mercy ever flows,
the Babe of Bethlehem.Crown Him the Son of God,
before the worlds began,
And ye who tread where He hath trod,
crown Him the Son of Man;
Who every grief hath known
that wrings the human breast,
And takes and bears them for His own,
that all in Him may rest.
</idle musing>
Friday, October 13, 2023
Why is Saul deposed?
Hail, Thou once despised Jesus!
1 Hail, Thou once despised Jesus!
Hail, Thou Galilean king!
Thou didst suffer to release us;
Thou didst free salvation bring.
Hail, Thou agonizing Savior,
bearer of our sin and shame!
By Thy merit we find favor;
life is given through Thy name.
2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,
all our sins on Thee were laid;
by almighty Love anointed,
Thou hast full atonement made:
all Thy people are forgiven
through the virtue of Thy blood;
opened is the gate of heaven;
peace is made 'twixt man and God.
3 Jesus, hail, enthroned in glory,
there forever to abide!
All the heav'nly host adore Thee,
seated at Thy Father's side.
There for sinners Thou art pleading;
there Thou dost our place prepare;
ever for us interceding,
till in glory we appear.
4 Worship, honor, pow'r, and blessing
Thou art worthy to receive;
highest praises, without ceasing,
meet it is for us to give.
Help, ye bright angelic spirits,
bring your sweetest, noblest lays;
help to sing our Savior's merits;
help to chant Immanuel's praise!
John Bakewell
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
Thursday, October 12, 2023
Ramifications of ḥerem
All hail the power of Jesus' name!
1. All hail the power of Jesus’ name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.
2. Ye seed of Israel’s chosen race,
ye ransomed from the fall,
Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
And crown Him Lord of all.
3. Sinners, whose love can ne’er forget
the wormwood and the gall,
Go spread your trophies at His feet,
And crown Him Lord of all.
4. Let every kindred every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all.
5. O that, with yonder sacred throng,
We at His feet may fall,
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all,
Edward Perronet
Alt. by John Rippon
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
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I grew up singing the first tune, and was unfamiliar with the other two until I transferred to Asbury College. There, in a chapel of about 1000 voices, I was introduced to the third tune. It was amazing to hear (and sing) with that many people, many of whom were fully able to sing the four parts. Personally, I can only carry my part when I'm standing beside someone else singing that part, much to my chagrin—and others' frustration!
I don't think I've ever heard the second tune used.
Hymnary.org adds a whole bunch of verses (via Cyberhymnal) and the final verse above is so different that it is essentially a different verse. I suspect the one below is the original version. That said, I prefer the modified one : )
2. Let highborn seraphs tune the lyre,You should read the biography of Peronnet linked to above. Fascinating man. As is the tidbit that the second tune was composed by the organist at his church to go with this particular hymn.
And as they tune it, fall
Before His face who tunes their choir,
And crown Him Lord of all.3. Crown Him, ye morning stars of light,
Who fixed this floating ball;
Now hail the strength of Israel’s might,
And crown Him Lord of all.4. Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God,
Who from His altar call;
Extol the Stem of Jesse’s Rod,
And crown Him Lord of all.6. Hail Him, ye heirs of David’s line,
Whom David Lord did call,
The God incarnate, Man divine,
And crown Him Lord of all,8. Let every tribe and every tongue
Before Him prostrate fall
And shout in universal song
The crownèd Lord of all.
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Wednesday, October 11, 2023
What do the omens say?
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I think this is one of the hardest things for modern people to grasp. Every time I talk about this, I'm met with blank looks. Just as a modern military wouldn't attack without some kind of intelligence unit giving inside information about the enemy's strength and locations, so the ancients wouldn't attack without inside information. The difference is that the inside information is primarily (not exclusively) coming from the gods—usually via omens, dreams, prophets, or extispicy (reading the liver entrails), etc.
You read about armies facing each other for days at a time, neither side attacking. Sometimes it's for tactical reasons—waiting for reinforcements, or such—but a lot of times, it's waiting for auspicious signs from the gods.
Next time you read through Samuel and Kings, watch for it. You'll see it everywhere.
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Welcome, happy morning!
1 "Welcome, happy morning!"
age to age shall say:
"Hell today is vanquished;
heav'n is won today!"
Lo, the dead is living,
God forevermore!
Him, their true Creator,
all his works adore.
Refrain:
"Welcome, happy morning!"
age to age shall say:
"Hell today is vanquished;
heav'n is won today!"
2 Maker and Redeemer,
life and health of all,
God from heav'n beholding
human nature's fall,
of the Father's Godhead
you, the only Son,
mankind to deliver
manhood did put on. [Refrain]
3 Source of all things living,
you came down to die,
plumbed the depths of hell
to raise us up on high.
Come, then, true and faithful,
come fulfill your word;
this is our third morning—
rise, O buried Lord. [Refrain]
Venantius Fortunatus
Tr. by John Ellerton
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
<idle musing>
I don't recall ever singing this hymn. Interestingly, Frances Havergal wrote the tune they use in the Methodist hymnal. I didn't realize she wrote music; I thought she just wrote lyrics—and powerful ones, too!
Hymnary.org adds a fourth verse:
4 Free the souls long prisoned,
bound with Satan's chain;
all that now is fallen
raise to life again.
Show your face in brightness;
shine in ev'ry land
as in Eden's garden
when the world began. [Refrain]
Tuesday, October 10, 2023
Are you in? Or are you out?
Tozer for Tuesday
The day of resurrection
1 The day of resurrection!
Earth, tell it out abroad;
the passover of gladness,
the passover of God.
From death to life eternal,
from earth unto the sky,
our Christ hath brought us over,
with hymns of victory.
2 Our hearts be pure from evil,
that we may see aright
the Lord in rays eternal
of resurrection light;
and listening to his accents,
may hear, so calm and plain,
his own "All hail!" and, hearing,
may raise the victor strain.
3 Now let the heavens be joyful!
Let earth the song begin!
Let the round world keep triumph,
and all that is therein!
Let all things seen and unseen
their notes in gladness blend,
for Christ the Lord hath risen,
our joy that hath no end.
John of Damascus (c. 750)
Tr. by John M. Neale
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
<idle musing>
From the biographical blurb on hymnary.org:
After his father's death, John assumed that position and lived in wealth and honor. At about the age of forty, however, he became dissatisfied with his life, gave away his possessions, freed his slaves, and entered the monastery of St. Sabas in the desert near Jerusalem. One of the last of the Greek fathers, John became a great theologian in the Eastern church.He lived one thousand years before the US Civil War, yet he knew that to be serious about following Christ he had to free his slaves. Let that sink in.
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Monday, October 09, 2023
The Hell dynamic
Lately, I have been especially attentive to outbreaks, like a rash, of what I call to myself the “Hell dynamic.”She goes on to examine academia in particular...It is a spirit of domination and destruction, in that order. It begins with a struggle for power, exerted with greater or lesser straightforwardness. (This is “domination.”) It ends with a reckoning full of blame and punishment. (This is “destruction.”) It is a subtext underlying all sorts of trivial-seeming conflicts: a quibbling workplace disagreement; a cruel sport on a children’s playground; a face-off between mother and daughter; boasting and whispering at a family reunion.
The “Hell dynamic,” I believe, is simply the result of intelligent existence unmoored to God. It creates abusive hierarchies. Where God, the living water, is absent, ego needs are satiated by bids for control (among the strong) or bids for approval (among the weak). The result, taken to its end, is always Hellish. It is always an arena of shame and punishment.
The strong, unsatisfied by their conquests, externalize their self-blame onto the weak. And their victims, who have sought approval, quiver at what feels like negation. However, even as they are punished, these unfortunate victims are not “seen,” for their tormentors are (unknowingly) looking in a mirror.
This is Hell, well and truly. This is the day-to-day-life, I think, of the demons in their echelons, deprived of God’s presence and forever punching down to slake their misery. When we mimic the demons’ twisted dynamic—which is any time we sneer, judge, shame, or dehumanize—we amplify it through resonance, expanding the reach of deepest Hell.
As a side note, my notes from Kinlaw's classes are full of bibliographic references of stuff he suggested we read. Would that I had read more of them!
The stakes are high!
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Sadly, this book is out of print again. I guess Eisenbrauns lost the rights to it; it's not on their site anymore—and I can't find it at any other publisher's site. Some of the book-selling sites (e.g., B&N, AZ) still list it with Eisenbrauns as the supplier, so they must have a few in stock yet.
The mark
Away with the gloom!
1 Away with gloom, away with doubt!
With all the morning stars we sing;
with all the hosts of heaven we shout
the praises of a King,
alleluia! alleluia!
of our returning King;
alleluia! alleluia!
of our returning King.
2 Away with death, and welcome life;
in him we died and live again;
and welcome peace, away with strife!
for he returns to reign,
alleluia! alleluia!
the Crucified shall reign;
alleluia! alleluia!
the Crucified shall reign.
3 Then welcome beauty, he is fair;
and welcome youth, for he is young;
and welcome spring; and everywhere
let merry songs be sung,
alleluia! alleluia!
for such a King be sung!
alleluia! alleluia!
for such a King be sung!
Edward Shillito
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
<idle musing>
Another hymn I don't recall singing! I'm discovering all kinds of treasures blogging through this familiar hymnal. Thanks for joining me in the journey!
Interestingly, hymnary.org has no information on the author of this hymn, and this is the only hymn ascribed to him. And it doesn't seem to have been very popular, only occurring in nine hymnals
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Sunday, October 08, 2023
Joy dawned again on Easter Day
1 That Easter day with joy was bright:
The sun shone out with fairer light
When, to their longing eyes restored,
The apostles saw their risen Lord!
2 His risen flesh with radiance glowed;
His wounded hands and feet He showed;
Those scars their solemn witness gave
That Christ was risen from the grave.
3 O Jesus, King of gentleness,
With constant love our hearts possess
That we may give You all our days
The tribute of our grateful praise.
4 All praise to you, O risen Lord,
Now both by heav’n and earth adored;
To God the Father equal praise,
And God the Spirit, now we raise!
Authorship uncertain
Tr. by John M. Neale
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
<idle musing>
Once again, I don't recall ever singing this hymn growing up. It seems that on Easter we would sing two hymns year after year—great hymns, mind you! But, perhaps we missed something by not including others. You can probably guess the two: Christ the Lord has risen today, and Up from the grave he arose.
hymnary.org inserts a verse after verse 3:
4 O Lord of all, with us abide
In this our joyful Eastertide;
From ev’ry weapon death can wield
Your own redeemed forever shield.
Saturday, October 07, 2023
Alleluia! The strife is o'er
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
1 The strife is o'er, the battle done;
the victory of life is won;
the song of triumph has begun.
Alleluia!
2 The powers of death have done their worst,
but Christ their legions has dispersed.
Let shouts of holy joy outburst.
Alleluia!
3 The three sad days are quickly sped;
he rises glorious from the dead.
All glory to our risen Head.
Alleluia!
4 Lord, by the stripes which wounded thee,
from death's dread sting thy servants free,
that we may live and sing to thee.
Alleluia!
Authorship uncertain
Tr. by Francis Potts
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
<idle musing>
I don't recall singing this hymn when I was growing up, but it seems to be quite popular, occurring in 488 hymnals according to hymnary.org. They also insert a verse after verse 3:
4 He closed the yawning gates of hell;</idle musing>
the bars from heaven's high portals fell.
Let hymns of praise his triumph tell.
Alleluia!
Friday, October 06, 2023
Who did it?
Is it still genocide, though?
<idle musing>
One reviewer, I forget who, pointed out that destruction of national identity is still by definition genocide. He has a very valid point (it was a he, that I remember). Just because you don't destroy the people, doesn't mean that you aren't conducting genocide—look at what Russia is doing in the Ukraine. Yes, they are killing, but far more importantly, they are trying to destroy Ukrainian identity, which is why they are taking young kids for "reeducation" in Russia—turning them into Russians, even though their genealogy is Ukrainian.
So, as I said the other day, I'm still mulling this over—and probably will be for a good long while. ḥerem is such a complicated idea that defies explanations.
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Christ the Lord is risen today!
1 Christ the Lord is risen today, Alleluia!
Earth and heaven in chorus say, Alleluia!
Raise your joys and triumphs high, Alleluia!
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply, Alleluia!
2 Love's redeeming work is done, Alleluia!
Fought the fight, the battle won, Alleluia!
Death in vain forbids him rise, Alleluia!
Christ has opened paradise, Alleluia!
3 Lives again our glorious King, Alleluia!
Where, O death, is now thy sting? Alleluia!
Once he died our souls to save, Alleluia!
Where's thy victory, boasting grave? Alleluia!
4 Soar we now where Christ has led, Alleluia!
Following our exalted Head, Alleluia!
Made like him, like him we rise, Alleluia!
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies, Alleluia!
Charles Wesley
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
<idle musing>
The United Methodist Hymnal of 1989 adds two verses:
5 Hail the Lord of earth and heaven, Alleluia!This is definitely one of my favorite hymns of all time. It speaks to the promise of what Christ has done and shows the path for us as Christians—through the cross and the grave to the skies. And we can experience much of the future promise today by faith, after all, we are seated with Christ in the heavenlies at the right hand of God!
Praise to thee by both be given, Alleluia!
Thee we greet triumphant now, Alleluia!
Hail the Resurrection, thou, Alleluia!6 King of glory, soul of bliss, Alleluia!
Everlasting life is this, Alleluia!
Thee to know, thy power to prove, Alleluia!
Thus to sing, and thus to love, Alleluia!
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Thursday, October 05, 2023
It's a lease—with conditions
<idle musing>
I really like this idea—that YHWH is leasing the land back. It's like a return to Eden in a way. God is starting again (and again, and again, and…)
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Come, ye faithful, raise the strain (John of Damascus)
1 Come, ye faithful, raise the strain
Of triumphant gladness;
God hath brought His people forth
Into joy from sadness.
Now rejoice, Jerusalem,
and with true affection
Welcome in unwearied strains
Jesus' resurrection.
2 'Tis the spring of souls today;
Christ hath burst His prison,
From the frost and gloom of death
Light and life have risen.
All the winter of our sins,
Long and dark, is flying
From His light, to whom we give
Thanks and praise undying.
3 "Alleluia!" now we cry
To our King Immortal,
Who, triumphant, burst the bars
Of the tomb’s dark portal;
"Alleluia!" with the Son,
God the Father praising:
"Alleluia!" yet again
To the Spirit raising.
John of Damascus 8th century
Tr. by John M. Neale
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
<idle musing>
As is usual with these ancient hymns, multiple versions abound. For this particular one hymnary.org chose Christian Worship: Hymnal as its base text and it's verses are significantly different, with five verses instead of three. Actually, I prefer this one over the Methodist Hymnal version:
1 Come, you faithful, raise the strain</idle musing>
of triumphant gladness!
God has brought his Israel
into joy from sadness,
loosed from Pharaoh's bitter yoke
Jacob's sons and daughters,
led them with unmoistened foot
through the Red Sea waters.2 See the spring of souls today;
Christ has burst his prison,
and from three days' sleep in death
as a sun hath risen;
all the winter of our sins,
long and dark, is flying
from his light, to whom we give
laud and praise undying.3 Now the queen of seasons, bright
with the day of splendor,
with the royal feast of feasts,
comes its joy to render;
comes to gladden faithful hearts
which with true affection
welcome in unwearied strains
Jesus' resurrection!4 For today among his own
Christ appeared, bestowing
blessed peace, which evermore
passes human knowing.
Neither could the gates of death
nor the tomb's dark portal
nor the watchers nor the seal
hold him as a mortal.5 "Alleluia!" Now we cry
to our King immortal,
who, triumphant, burst the bars
of the tomb's dark portal.
Come, you faithful, raise the strain
of triumphant gladness!
God has brought his Israel
into joy from sadness!
Wednesday, October 04, 2023
Drive them out!
<idle musing>
OK, this is making sense. Not that I don't still have problems with ḥerem, but I'm starting to think that they are onto something here. Am I repeating myself? If I am it is because I'm still processing all this. Probably always will be...
</idle musing>
Sing with all the saints in glory
1 Sing with all the saints in glory,
Sing the resurrection song!
Death and sorrow, earth’s dark story,
To the former days belong.
All around the clouds are breaking,
Soon the storms of time shall cease;
In God’s likeness, man awaking,
Knows the everlasting peace.
2 O what glory, far exceeding
All that eye has yet perceived!
Holiest hearts for ages pleading,
Never that full joy conceived.
God has promised, Christ prepares it,
There on high our welcome waits;
Every humble spirit shares it,
Christ has passed th'eternal gates.
3 Life eternal! heaven rejoices:
Jesus lives who once was dead;
Join, O man, the deathless voices;
Child of God, lift up thy head!
Patriarchs from the distant ages,
Saints all longing for their heaven,
Prophets, psalmists, seers, and sages,
All await the glory given.
4 Life eternal! O what wonders
Crowd on faith; what joy unknown,
When amid earth's closing thunders,
Saints shall stand before the throne!
O to enter that bright portal,
See that glowing firmament,
Know, with Thee, O God immortal,
"Jesus Christ whom Thou hast sent!"
William J. Irons
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
Tuesday, October 03, 2023
It's about setting it aside for the gods' use
Tozer for Tuesday, or take it to the board?
<idle musing>
Certainly not something you would hear today, is it? In fact, what you hear is the opposite—at least from the culture warriors.
Personally, I'll stand with Tozer on this one. First because it's scriptural, and second because it is far more effective than the other route....
Just an
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